Ok here goes nothing!.
Daemon Polshow, also known in the wasteland that was once the Continental United States as "Crazy Steve", is on a mission, and now his dreams of owning his very first slave amongst hundreds was about to come true.
To cut the long story short, this lunatic had discovered a secret government project about the creation of artificial human beings with the power of warships, specifically ships from World War 2. After having committed countless atrocities in the name of survival along the way, and then beating up a scientist that "just happened" to be alone by himself, he finally arrived at his first slave.
At least, that was the plan. Before he could wake up the slave, talk to her for a bit before jamming his nano knife into her head, a large shadow covered darkened his silhouette. Turning around, what he saw nearly made him shit his perfect, branded trousers.
The figure was over two metres tall, wearing a magnificent set of armor, red in color, a massive winged skull covered the chest plate. On its (Crazy Steve assumed it isn't human) left shoulder pauldron was blood in the form of a teardrop with black wings on either side and on its right pauldron was a golden Aquila.
But it was its face that caught Steve's eye. It's face was that of a man, but one far more beautiful and pure compared to all other men he had seen. Combined with it's deep brown eyes that seemed to stare at his soul.
And this....creature was looking at him, like he was nothing more than insect to be crushed, it's eyes were filled with contempt and it's mouth was set in the form of a sneer.
Whatever it was, it looked like an ancient hero come to life, and that hero was now judging him
This made Steve jealous!, no mere...thing, he thought to himself in disgust, should be able to outshine like that!. There can only be one saviour in the whole world....and that was him.
"Ok, you stupid fuck!, why don'tcha get your armore- *GACK*", whatever Crazy Steve intended to say was cut off when an armored hand had closed around his throat, he didn't even see it move, nor did he hear it.
The creature merely stared at him, if anything it's sneer was even more pronounced now.
"I've watched you, scum, as you committed atrocities time and time again, and contrary to your belief as you look at me now, i do not hate you, you see when a wolf attacks the sheep, a good shepherd does not waste time hating the wolf, the creature tightens it's grip around his throat, ignoring the pitiful protests of mercy coming from Steve and continues, rather he just kills the animal on the spot."
With a simple, almost negligent pressure exerted by the creatures hand, there was a sickening snap, and Crazy Steve, and his vile dream of owning slaves..died with him that day.
Brother Captain Inarius casually tossed aside the dead body aside, hopefully the dogs would feast on it's corpse....then again that would be giving the scum to much credit.
It had been several months since he was stranded here, in this strange world, yet in his heart, he found that this death world had...a familiar feeling to it.
So he had set out to explore this land, and after a month of travelling he encountered this....disgusting excuse of a human being. Watching him commit his atrocities was painful, but he couldn't kill him yet, why he left him alive when he did such things he didn't know, but at least the scum is dead.
Focusing his gaze on the safebox that the scum had a vested interest in. Instinct told him that what he would find something there. What he did not know, all he knew was that he would meet the challenge head on.
"Right, Inarius muttered, let's get this done."
A/N : I had written this on my phone, right on the top of my head. I hope i did it properly, also criticisms are welcome, i had originally wanted someone to beta it first, but then i decided to go all in, after all i do need a trial run.
So here it is, my first attempt at a one-shot.
